127 Days After Jin Chenglong's Death, His Parents Board the PLA Navy Ship Dingzhou
At the summer naval port pier, the Dingzhou lay quietly at rest, as if waiting for a long-absent family member. On May 29, 127 days after Jin Chenglong's death, his father Jin Hai and mother Ning Xiaoguang boarded the ship their son had called his "home" countless times after leaving service.
Jin Chenglong was born in June 2000 in Fushun, Liaoning. In September 2020 he enlisted from Shenyang and was assigned to the PLA Navy ship Dingzhou. He left service and returned to school in 2022. On January 23, 2026, while attempting to rescue people who had fallen into the water, he fell into an icy river and died heroically, at only 26 years of age. After his death, Jin Chenglong was posthumously awarded the title "Liaoning Model of the Era," the China Youth May Fourth Medal, posthumously admitted as a member of the Chinese Communist Party, and named an individual honoree in the 11th batch of National On-the-Job Lei Feng Exemplars.
"The Dingzhou is my home forever. I will definitely bring my mom and dad back to see it." After Jin Chenglong's death, the officers and sailors of the Dingzhou were deeply grieved and often recalled these words he had spoken when he left service. Not long ago, they decided to honor Jin Chenglong's dying wish and invite his father and mother aboard for a visit.
"When we received the invitation from the officers and sailors, his mother and I were both very moved. Coming 'home' to see the ship is both a wish Chenglong never got to fulfill and our own greatest hope." Despite the heat, Jin Hai insisted on wearing Jin Chenglong's physical training uniform. He said that this way he could bring his child "home" with him.
Stepping onto the Dingzhou and walking the decks Jin Chenglong had walked countless times, looking at the soldiers whose ages were so close to their son's, Ning Xiaoguang choked up repeatedly: "When I see you, it's like seeing Chenglong."
"Back when we were at sea, there was nowhere to run, so Chenglong would get up at four or five in the morning every day and run back and forth right here—he'd run for a full hour…" Walking inside the ship, Jin Chenglong's fellow enlistee Sun Zhiyuan pointed to the corridor and described this to the couple.
"He was always the first one up to prepare breakfast; the 'Fushun spicy mixed noodles' he made were more fragrant than anything from a restaurant." "On watch during heavy winds and waves, he got seasick worse than anyone but never once delayed a meal being served on time." "His notebook was packed with dense notes on his comrades' food preferences." "Chenglong wasn't just a good cook—he also took the initiative to use his knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine to help comrades with their injuries." In the ship's recreation room, officers and sailors gathered around the couple, each adding their own memories of Jin Chenglong's days aboard the ship. Many were in tears before they had finished speaking.
"Chenglong, you once said that your comrades on the ship were all your brothers, and that this ship was your home. Today your dad and I have come 'home' for you!" Coming to the berthing area and seeing the bunk where Jin Chenglong had slept for two years, Ning Xiaoguang threw herself down onto it, tears streaming.
In front of a pencil portrait at the ship's "Heroes and Models Memorial Corner," the couple stopped. In the portrait, Jin Chenglong wears his combat training uniform, his gaze clear, a smile on his face. Beside it are the words from his diary: "No fame, no gain, no regrets; with feeling, with loyalty, with the motherland." Below the portrait, messages from officers and sailors are posted densely: "In a moment of danger you stepped forward and gave yourself for others—we take you as our model and will be loyal guardians of the Party and the people." "You and I never met, yet your spirit guides me in how to be a qualified soldier."
"This pencil portrait was drawn with the whole heart of every officer and sailor on the ship. We wanted to use this way to keep Chenglong on the ship forever." Pan Quanquan, the head of the galley crew, who had shared a bunk above or below Jin Chenglong, pointed at the portrait as tears fell like broken beads from a string.
"He is the pride of our Dingzhou!" The ship's leadership gripped Jin Hai's slightly trembling hand and said through tears.
At that moment, Ning Xiaoguang, no longer able to control her emotions, covered her face and wept again. After a long while she raised her head and said, haltingly: "His father and I came to the unit this time because we wanted to know what kind of soldier our son really was… Today we know. He was a good soldier. You are all good soldiers…"
The time came to leave the ship, and the officers and sailors fell into formation once more. There was no applause—only the sound of waves striking the hull.
"Please, Mom and Dad, rest assured! We will certainly take Chenglong as our model, train hard in the skills of defeating the enemy, and guard the motherland's ten-thousand-li maritime frontier!" As they said their farewells, the entire ship's complement shouted in unison, their voices resounding across the sea and sky.